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I moaned loudly, my head falling back as he worked me open again, preparing me for more. “So eager,” he praised me, leaning in between my breasts. “Your tight little hole is sucking my fingers like it wants to be stuffed full again. Tell me, sweet girl — do you want your pastor to bend you over the altar next time? Or should I keep you right here on this desk, filling you until you can’t walk straight tomorrow?” The wicked image made my pussy clench hard around his fingers. “Here,” I gasped. “Please… use me here. Make me your secret release every time we prepare for bible study.”

“Always.” Erotica 2.

Her hungry mouth already open in anticipation. It was true. Elodie’s eyes were gleaming at the sight of her boyfriend’s prick and her tongue was moistening her lips in readiness for George’s invasion. Yet those were not her only signs of arousal. In silent fascination, Kate watched as Elodie began to finger herself. Like everything else about Elodie, her pubis was larger than life. She was pouting open, her tender sex-lips standing swollen and puffed up with the blood of excitement. Between the folds, her clitoris was a solid throbbing knot, protruding proudly and begging to be touched. Kate had a sudden desire to touch it, yet years of sexual convention held her back; generations of social

'I must admit I'm surprised at you, visiting these porn sites' I don't advertise the fact that I enjoy erotic writing but nor am I ashamed of it. 'Its not porn its erotica' I said defensively. 'Same thing.' Julia was obviously not convinced. 'It is, only if you class anything to do with sex as porn' I said starting to enjoy the argument. 'Is that how YOU define it?' 'No of course not' she said indignantly, 'what do you think I am? A prude' As soon as she'd said it Julia realised that that was exactly what she sounded. She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I?'

His smirk didn’t need encouragement. The rest of the class trickled in slowly and hesitantly. They always avoided the seats between us like sitting in our crossfire would burn. Professor Hale entered last with a weathered scroll tucked beneath one arm. “Today’s debate,” he said, “concerns the sexual invocation rites of the Carcerem Cults. Voss. Liliane. You lead.” Adrien spoke first. “The Carcerem Cult believed orgasm, especially delayed or denied, opened gateways to divine consciousness. They used pain and ritual edging and forced climax to awaken the gods chained beneath reality.”

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

she answered him and kissed him again. “I feel close,” Adam whispered. “If you come, you are out of the game, the only way to stay in the game is to be edged and close to orgasm,” Terra said. “But is there a point to this? I still do not understand what exactly I am playing for,” Adam replied. Terra got off him, removing his still hard cock from her hungry maw and pulled him to his feet. Adam almost groaned in frustration. He wanted so badly to come. “It is an ancient game.” Terra started and lead him to the door. “We call it the Carnality, the purest form of magic sexual pain and pleasure.”